After all these years
Trying to forget
A question loves
My mind, it´s time to look
Inside, i´m tired of your speech
Bad dreams...
Where is the scream
The fire in your soul
Where is your ambition
To make the choice i ask
Bad dreams...
Cool, why?
Everyday i wake up
With my hand on the gun
And my face on the mirror
Asking to the death
Where is my hope
To have more dope
Bad dreams
Nightmare...
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